Love On Ice: Don’t Leave Me, My Charming Liar

Chapter 280: Nyla's frustration simmering, she said, "And what should I be afraid of now?" Callie's smile widened unexpectedly. "I look forward to seeing you defeated, Nyla." Nyla's brow creased in confusion at Callie's cryptic words. What was Callie's real agenda today? Was this meeting merely to intimidate her? Nyla sensed something deeper at play. "What exactly are you implying? What's happened to my brother?" Callie's smirk deepened. "Oh, as for your brother... let's just say he's barely clinging to life." Rising abruptly, Nyla fought to keep her composure.

She knew Hayes was still at Callie's mercy. Swallowing her rage, she warned, "Threaten me all you want-this is your last opportunity to do so." Nyla stumbled out of the door, one hand pressed against her racing heart, her face drained of color. The late hour prompted her to hail a cab home. As she waited by the curb, waves of anxiety washed over her, each breath growing more labored than the last. A quick glance through the cafe window confirmed her suspicion-Callie had already left.

When Nyla turned her head, something caught her attention-a fleeting glimpse of a familiar silhouette that vanished behind a passing car, leaving her to question her perception. Before she could process this thought, chaos erupted as a vehicle careened wildly down the street. The screams of terrified pedestrians filled the air, and Nyla instinctively moved toward the cafe's safety. A motorcycle whizzed past, forcing her to retreat several steps-directly into the path of an oncoming car. Find new stories on gⱯlnσνℓs․cøm Time seemed to slow as Nyla registered the driver's identity.

Hudson sat behind the wheel, his expression a haunting mix of frenzy and anguish, visible through the windshield. Police sirens wailed in pursuit as pedestrians scrambled for safety, their panic manifesting in desperate cries: "It's an attack!" "Help us, please!" "Where's my mommy?" "Run! Take cover!" Nyla's intention to seek refuge in the cafe evaporated as the car bore down upon her. Her eyes widened in horror as she realized escape was impossible. Behind the wheel, Hudson's bloodshot eyes and clenched jaw betrayed his internal struggle. He floored the accelerator.

Whether driven by conscience or calculation, he merely clipped Nyla with the car's right side before wrenching the wheel, sending his vehicle plunging into the river. The impact sent Nyla crashing to the pavement, blood pooling beneath her prone form. Through blood-stained lips, she managed to gasp, "Save... save my... child." Amidst the devastation-the ruined street, the injured bystanders, the river where Hudson had disappeared-Nyla's fading gaze found Callie lurking in the shadows. . . .